Meek as corals that curl to the sand, 
you are the version of Leonardo  in Titanic.  
Your eyes, a subtle  shade of blue - 
piercing the sea, and nose and jaw
of dignity!  Your ways, masculine of stance, 
arms and thighs muscled in deep glowing brown -
salty in the deep.  Your sweat, fragrant
as the air, is God's perfume.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    